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Rue Marcadieu

"The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery."

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a character in “The Orion Affair”, as played by fivehours

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"The French have a saying that goes 'par savoir vient avoir'- learning is the eye of the mind."

LE PLUS BEAU DU QUARTIER | CARLA BRUNI || LAISSE TOMBER LES FILLES | FRANCE GALL || PARALYSE | POLARHEART







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FULL NAME
Rue Geneva Marcadieu

NICKNAME/S
Red ; Utilized by close friends, deriving from the French word "rouge"
Minette ; A term used by family meaning "Kitty"

AGE
Sixteen

SCHOOL YEAR
Sixth

HOUSE
House Centaurus

BLOOD STATUS
Half-Blood

NATIONALITY
French, of Haitian descent

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

DIALOGUE COLOUR
Dialogue: # 85A9B3
Thoughts: #c2b4d9






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FAMILIAR
Doudou
(Great Gray Owl)

WAND
8 ¼ in, Rosewood, Veela hair

PATRONUS
Fennec Fox

EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Nap Club
Fox Club
Native Magic Club
Centaurus Quidditch Team ; Chaser







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PERSONALITY
{Elegant | Confident | Intelligent | Capable | Classy | Graceful | Logical | Vain | Well-read | Stylish | Polite | Impatient | Indulgent | Lavish | Honest | Studious | Competitive | Friendly}

Though there are many words to describe his young witch, those who don't know her will recognize various traits she possesses through her status as a Centaurus. More than anything else, Rue values knowledge, addressing it as the concept that makes the world go around and is mankind's most prized possession. In her eyes, enlightenment has been the key that unlocked many great mysteries. Even on a smaller scale, simply being able to learn new things is an enjoyable aspect of life. From her love of learning and strength of mind, her intelligent, insightful, and forward-thinking nature is born. Rue takes extra care to learn new things- she’s always got a book somewhere on her, loves solving challenging problems, and is simply extremely studious. She's always been particularly well-read and logical.

On the other hand, many of her notable characteristics have arisen as a result of her upbringing as the daughter of a French aristocrat. The mannerisms of a lady were bred into her, as she carries herself with an air of elegance and grace. She was raised to believe that classiness is not a dying quality and that refinery is something be be proud of. She took the words to heart, applying such qualities to herself. Rue happens to be, for the most part, rather polite - sometimes overly so - and despite the fact that she is quite friendly, this may cause others to believe that she’s too posh and opulent. Still, she's never been meaninglessly rude or entirely off putting. Rue almost never seems to be visibly out of sorts in the fashion department; her clothes are stylishly presented, even if she's just wearing a uniform.

Rue's worst qualities may also have been brought about by her lifestyle, unfortunately. For example, her competitiveness, a trait usually found in those under House Pheonicis and is usually regarded as a positive attribute, emerged from the intense rivalry she has with her four other sisters. She tends to make every kind of activity into a contest. Her confidence in herself may have also mutated into slight vanity. Being invited to be a part of Fox Club happened to stroke her ego in the right way, that's for sure. Because she has never really had to worry about money and the responsibilities that come with it, Rue has become indulgent. She likes being able to have whatever she wants and a lot of it. Her parents attempted to dishearten their daughters from living a lavish lifestyle, but it was a fruitless effort. Her tendency to over indulge could possibly be paired hand in hand with her impatience, for she's unused to having to wait for things.







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LIKES
Having been raised in the lap of luxury, Rue admittedly continues to be quite a fan of it. It's not really that she enjoys materialism in particular, she just likes being doted upon. She has engaged in competition with her sister's all her life and by this point, she quite enjoys it. It's most like the reason why this posh patrician enjoys Quidditch so much. As someone who's lived with four other sisters, Rue's learned to appreciate some privacy- although she is not adverse to hanging out with friends. Her other likes include learning, reading, sleeping, fashion, chocolate, and potions class.

DISLIKES
Despite liking to think of herself as a good sport, Rue isn't a fan of losing anything. She wouldn't know what to do if she did badly in her studies, for they're basically her lifeline. She'd never admit to getting a bad grade if she got one though. While Rue is a huge fan of a good challenge, she is quite impatient. This translates badly when she's unable to solve a problem. Anyone who disregards learning and thinks of it as unimportant will immediately change Rue's opinion of them. Among others, Rue's dislikes also include being underestimated, watermelons, the mistreatment of books, and instant tea.






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QUIRKS | HABITS
✤ Due to Rue's incredibly thick French accent, it can sometimes be difficult to understand her and some struggle with speaking to her. ✤ Don't be surprised if she suddenly thinks out loud and voices her thought process. ✤ She speaks with her hands when excited, moving them about expressively. ✤ Rue's quite the busybody, going from reading to practicing her Quidditch skills to socializing with friends; though one mustn't worry, for they're all things she enjoys.

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
✤ Memorization | She's like a sponge and she's always done well at memorizing details.
✤ Astute | She has the talent of correctly assessing situations or others and turning that to her advantage.
✤ Receptive | Rue's extremely open to her surroundings.
✤ Potions | Mostly likely the result of trying to impress the handsome professor.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
✤ Impatience | Perhaps it's the result of her lifestyle.
✤ DADA | As upsetting as it is, she just doesn't have a knack for it.
✤ Perfectionism | She's displeased with anything that is not "perfect"- she has extremely high standards.
✤ Overambitious | Sometimes her desire for success and achievement becomes too much.

FEARS
✤ Death | More so the death of her family members than her own death.
✤ Failure | For an overachiever, there's nothing worse.
✤ Depths | It's not heights that gets her, it's looming depths.






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FAMILY
Arman Marcadieu | Father | 59 | Muggle
Evette Marcadieu | Mother | 52 | Witch
Jacqui Marcadieu | Older Sister | 28 | Witch
Laudine Marcadieu | Older Sister | 24 | Witch
Ninette Marcadieu | Older Sister | 19 | Muggle (Squib)
Margaux Marcadieu | Younger Sister | 15 | Witch

HISTORY
Arman Marcadieu, French aristocrat and successful beau monde, had no idea that falling in love with simple, yet extremely beautiful, bourgeoisie Evette Leveque would open his eyes to a world that he never could have ever dreamed existed. At first it was simply a story of love, her father had told her, a story of boy meets girl in the city of love itself, Paris. She had been, what he describes in an ironic choice of words, absolutely bewitching and enchanting, him falling under her spell the moment he set eyes on her. For a man with so much success under his belt, racking up fortunes through using up the last of his sizable inheritance to make a few good investments and smart business deals, Arman only truly found happiness in Rue's mother. Though he likes to joke about it now, it came to be quite a shock to Arman after finding out on their wedding night that his new bride was actually a fully fledged witch. Rue's mother likes to tease her father, saying that it was already too late by that point and he was simply stuck with her and her witchy ways.

Rue Marcadieu is the fourth out of fifth Marcadieu daughter, coming to be the second youngest child of the Marcadieu clan. While poor Arman must deal with an alarming amount of estrogen, Rue was raised in a quite lavish lifestyle. By muggle standards, the Marcadieu family is quite well off and Rue was lucky enough to be raised as a high-society patrician. Rue was groomed to be a proper lady in her household, living up to society's standards because it was a responsibility that came with the title. Let's be honest here- any sort of strong female protagonist in a book or movie would have cast away this oh-so-repressive lifestyle and packed her bags and run away to live in New York or Chicago or wherever, but Rue was perfectly content to be brought up the way she was. Her family didn't deprive her of any love or support and Rue grew to like being doted on and being able to have almost anything she wanted as long as it was reasonable. As far as family went, it was quite normal. Her father, although successful, stayed reasonably humble and her mother, who wasn't used to such a exquisite lifestyle in the first place, went about raising her children as any mother would. Except, well, she taught them about magic.

Out of all of the Marcadieu daughters only one became a Squib. Aside from Rue's older sister Ninette, all of them inherited the ability to utilize magic. For Rue, she's always known that it exists; she grew up watching her mother and two older sisters use magic in their daily lives. Rue's mother has never tried to hide that part of her daughters from them and once her father came to terms with magic, he never did either. Of course, none of the high society muggles know anything about the Marcadieu "secret," but they frequently practice their magic where magic is accepted. Rue had been nothing short ecstatic when she learned that she didn't turn out to be a Squib like Ninette, but was in fact a magic wielding, half-blooded witch. Just as her two older sisters had, Rue was sent off to be trained in France's own school for young witches: Beauxbatons.

Except the Marcadieu girls have a very intense rivalry. At the end of the day, they're still family and they obviously love each other very much, but they also love being able to one up each other- Rue included. They all have their little quirks and talents - Jacqui studied at Yale for a time, Laudine has participated in famous Russian ballets, Margaux is coming to be a quite accomplished swimmer, and so on- but they make a competition out of it. It's a race to see who's the most accomplished daughter. While Rue has her own abilities, she wanted to be set apart from her sisters. No one would have thought that his meant that Rue packed up all of her bags and transferred from Beauxbatons in France to Orion Institute of Magic on the other side of the world. Frankly, when Rue got there her fourth year, she never thought she'd feel such belonging.








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FC: Kat Graham

Player: fivehours

"Me dad’s a Muggle; Mum’s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out"

So begins...

Rue Marcadieu's Story

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Date: 1st September | Time: 6.00 pm | Location: Island Cove - Great Hall




Light ripples across the blue waters of the island’s cove, setting the waves aflame as the swells of water race towards the golden sands of the beach beyond. Half of the beach remains untouched, pristine stretches of sand racing down to meet the lapping salty waters. To the left, however, several small jetties have been constructed, floating on the waves and offering a safe docking space for the collection of magical ships arriving. The dock is only temporary, conjured up by staff for the arrival of the school’s students. Once the last has arrived the beach will be returned to its previous state, the swish of a wand deconstructing the floating pier in the blink of an eye.

For any muggles who catch sight of the yearly migration of ships, they might wonder where the sea faring vessels are going. The island is invisible to muggle eyes and technologies, blanketed by powerful spells that render it unmappable and undetectable. Yet, for those with magical blood running in their veins, they know exactly where the boats go and why. Above the beach, perched on the edge of the overhanging cliff, stands Orion Institute of Magic, a school dedicated to the education of young witches and wizards from around the globe. The castle gleams in the setting sun, appearing to sparkle as if its walls are littered with diamonds and crystals. The school’s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the school’s crest – the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words “To Learn Is the Highest Power” appear to be produced.

For the new students on the arriving boats, this is their first glimpse at their home for the next year, and an impression that will live on long after they have left the school. Awed gasps can be heard from some of those younger students, while the older students look on with smug expressions, their eyes already leaving the stunning castle above to scan the clear waters below. There, a dark smudge beneath the waves can be seen, flying through the water’s depths. There’s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who aren’t paying particular attention – just the flick of a tail and then calm again. A second later a shriek is heard from the front of the boat, small hands of the frightened first years pointing at the water monster emerging from the depths.

Long enough to wrap around the ship multiple times, the beast shares many similarities with dragons. Its skin is covered in glistening, dark multi-coloured scales, which seem to change shades as it swims from patches of sunlight to shadows cast by clouds high above. Above water the light also reveals the beautiful patterns engraved onto the beast’s scales. Sharp claws extend from its fore- and hind-legs, as long as many of the first years gapping in fear and astonishment on board the vessels are tall. Large, intelligent eyes blink up at the boat, its mouth opening to reveal rows of deadly teeth as it belches out a shriek. Spines stand to attention along its back, following the movement of its body as it slides through the water towards the boat. Just before the beast reaches the ship it picks up speed, causing more than a few of the new students to stumble backwards in fear as if it were about to smash into the ship's side. Then, to a series of gasps and startled shouts, it leaps from the waters, arching itself up and above the boat, the length of its body curving over the deck, before splashing back beneath the waves on the other side. From there it disappears down, a series of loud cheers and clapping erupting from the older students for its show.

On board the boats the knees of the first years shake, their eyes wide as they attempt to come to terms with what they’ve just seen.

“It’s a dragon… a- a-… a water dragon.” One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

“No, it’s a Taniwha.” Another replies, possibly a resident of the neighbouring Island chain of New Zealand, from where the magical monsters originate.

The returning students grin on, confident in their knowledge that the cove’s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwha’s appearance at the start of every year is his idea of a joke, a playful way to welcome the new students to Orion. For the rest of the year he – fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce – remains largely out of sight, apart from the odd glimpse of a tail or leg slipping beneath the waters.

Needless to say, once the shock wears off the new students and an older student has explained the situation, there’s no stopping the excited chatter. Yet, there is much more to see, and before long the students have left the boats. Carriages pulled by invisible steeds carry students up the winding path to the castle, while the first years are treated to flying hippogriff pulled carriages which zoom around the golden castle at an astonishing pace.

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Just as the sun finally sets, the first years are set down and ushered into the grand hall. There wonder again sets in and necks crane up to inspect the charmed ceiling above. At first glance one might simply assume that the night sky outside has been reflected in the high ceiling of the hall, yet a second glance will show you there’s much, much more to behold, for the ceiling is alive with moving constellations. The crab of cancer scuttles behind the harp constellation of Lyra just as the dragon which gives house Draconis its name glides by. A school of sparkling stars in the shape of fish glimmer in and out of view as they pass swim around the figure of Hercules. Most stars can be seen in the ceiling at at least one time in the year as the ceiling seems to shift hemispheres on a whim. However, of all the constellations, only one is notably absent, both in the ceiling above and in the night sky, Orion the Hunter.

Yet, none of the students can be faulted for not reflecting on the constellation's absence at this moment. For, of equal interest to many is the large array of food spread across the four house tables, waiting to be devoured by the hungry witches and wizards. The feast is always a highlight, and every year the kitchen elves go to great lengths to provide a truly remarkable meal. Everything from roasted vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and mouth-watering burgers to creamy puff pastries, raspberries cakes, and lemon tarts stand ready on the tables. The only thing keeping the students from reaching out and starting their meal is the watchful eye of the school’s headmistress and her accompanying teachers. They sit at the head of the hall, patiently waiting for the first years to file in so that they may be sorted. Only then will a short welcoming speech be given before permission to eat is granted.

The sorting, thankfully, does not take an extraneous amount of time. An old hat is brought out, baring a striking resemblance to the sorting hat used by Hogwarts School. And in fact Orion’s was modelled on Hogwarts’ sorting hat many years ago. However, since its creation the hat has picked up several habits, such as dropping the occasional swear word into its yearly song and insisting on being addressed as ‘Daisy’. No amount of magic or persuading can get it to stop swearing, and the students have come to be fond of this little quirk. Daisy usually receives a raucous applause after any song particularly heavy in unsavoury language. Applause too is given as the new students are sorted into one of the four houses, older students clapping them on the backs and cheering as they move to join their tables. Then, after ‘Robert Zueqo’ is sorted into Draconis, the hat is removed and Headmistress Syborn stands.

A hush descends on the hall as the witch gazes out, her smile warm as she addresses the pupils, “To our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.” Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. “I can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.” A cheer goes up from some of the students, the hungriest no doubt, and Headmistress Sybron waits patiently for the noise to die down before she continues, “However, I would first like to remind all students and inform our new pupils, that unsupervised magic is prohibited, while the forest and beach are out of bounds unless accompanied by a teacher. Professor Savea informs me that the island’s local unicorn herd has several new additions and asks that anyone who happens to come across them, to please be respectful and give the young foals space.” Syborn pauses, her eyes gazing around at individual faces as she lets her message sink in, when she is sure that it had she smiles and raises her hands, “Alright, you may begin.”

That announcement receives a loud cheer, one that becomes progressively quieter as the students pounce on the food. And this is where we start out story, sitting among friends and filling out bellies.

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She could still feel the heat against her skin, the radiant rays of a golden sun had reached down to kiss the exposed sections of her tawny tan flesh and the blinding brightness which came to suffuse her sight still lingered. Sometimes Rue could swear that the sweet, earthy scent of rows upon rows of ripening grapevines wafted in her direction, a pleasant aroma which only lasted for a moment before it was gone again. If she closed her eyes, the image of the manor, a piece of architecture artfully constructed by talented craftsman many years ago, still surfaced in the young witch’s mind eye. These things are what made Rue long to return to the Italian villa in which she spent her vacation with her family and yet, as wonderful as they were, she was also longing for not a luxurious vacation estate, but a place of learning. She ached to return to Orion Institute of Magic, the school for children of the magically gifted.

When she arrived in Australia as per the usual method of a portkey, it being a rusting handlebar of an old bike which had Rue vigorously wiping her hands on a silk handkerchief afterwards, her senses were filled with warmth, blinding brightness, and fresh air, but they were of a different sort entirely. The surroundings felt heavier, the sun cast a wicked heat, and the too salty aroma of the nearby ocean filled the air, but they struck Rue with a comforting familiarity. In fact, she preferred it. She puffed a small laugh at the thought as she gathered her things, as well as her self, and gracefully strode towards the ships; such ships were, although under guise towards the onlooking muggles, responsible for taking many of the magic wielding children to Orion. They have always managed to get Rue's heart pumping, although she always remained visibly collected for appearances.

The hustle and bustle of the boarding docks caused a hectic scene. Generally, the first to third years were in a state of both panic and extreme excitement and they scrambled about to reach the boat. Some gave tearful goodbyes to equally as tearful parents, while others seemed to fizz with excitement, eager to leave their drab life behind. The upperclassmen, such as the sixth years like Rue or the seventh years, showed less enthusiasm, an effect which came with the familiarity of a repeating experience. However, there was still that rush of students eager to reunite with one another and board the ships. Things would eventually calm down once the ships were moving and everyone was settled in.

It was as Rue predicted and things did begin to calm, perhaps with the aide of the ocean breeze and the fiery sunlight reflecting against azure waters and casting a soothing glow. That is, until Moe, a mighty beast, popped up for a visit and scared the wits out of all of the first years. Anybody who knew would know that Moe was harmless against the students; he was a Taniwha who was there to protect, not harm. Still, the terrifying creature continued to even scare Rue and it was no wonder that she found a little first year clinging to her leg, fists full of Rue's robe.

Rue is hardly the motherly type, but this little girl, with her dark skin,wide eyes, and wild ebony curls, reminded Rue of her younger sister in their earlier days. She offered what little comfort she could give to her, her French accent thick as she spoke, "Do not be afraid, little one. This beast is not going to hurt us, he is a friend." The younger's head snapped up, eyes filling with panic and lips trembling as if she had just realized that she was hugging Rue's midsection. Before she moved away from Rue, Rue wrapped a, hopefully comforting, arm around her in a loose hug. The sixth year hid the small smile that tugged on the corners of her mouth when the the first year settled into her side. She stayed like that until the ships came to the docks, snug against Rue's side, not saying a word. When they did part, Rue's heart warmed the small, shy smile she sent her way.

Rue learned later that night that the young girl's name was Elouise Odell. Rue, among all of the other students, rode stead-less carriages and walked along long hallways to get to the great halls of the enchanting and breathtaking castle to get to the Great Hall. Rue's eyes always gravitated towards the carvings on the walls as they walked, for they moved gracefully and silently, telling tales of ancient native magical folklore. The engravements danced about, some being shown battling a ferocious monster and others portraying tales of forbidden love. Sadly, they came to an end once the halls ended and came to the doors of the Great Hall, where Rue had been sitting through the ceremony for the past half an hour. She had been terribly bored until Elouise popped up, eyes coming to rest on the handsome potions professor, admiring his handsome face, tan skin, and flecks of gray in his hair. Rue wondered why such an attractive man was still a bachelor. Perhaps he had a very specific type. Was Rue that type? Her attentions broke away from Professor Nathan when Rue noticed Elouise shakily accepting Daisy on her head and being sorted into House Pegasi. Even Rue clapped a little for her, even though she wasn't in Centaurus.

"Dieu merci." Rue muttered a thank god under her breath when the last child was sorted and they were able to break away from the ceremony to finally do their own thing. She was immediately dragged into a conversation with the fellow Centaurus students around her as they began to speak of their vacations. Rue happily mentioned the villa as she picked at her food, eating in small, dainty bites and wiping her mouth with another silk handkerchief that she had brought with her. Down the line she could see her Quidditch seeker, Will, with his head on his hands looking torchered and over the hall, she could spot Galina's eye-catching red hair at the Draconis table. She'd definitely have to reunite with her best friend as soon as the feast was over.

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ImageAlec sat on the edge of the boat, his left foot dangling safely on the inside of the side, keeping his balance more centred inward than outward, his main focus of sitting on the edge was so as he could watch the Taniwha in all his glory, and also to make sure none of the first years got excited and got too close to the edge of the deck, whilst his leg was out as a safe guard he couldn't fall off as he managed to perch himself on the inside of the rope ladder which would take any crew to the crow's perch, but he didn't watch the stars for there was so much going on down here.

The excited chatter of the new first years, the giddy friends reunited after summers in possibly different continents and then the large Taniwha swimming under the ships, Alec smiled as the first years panicked, all rushing to the edge of the deck to see him, Alec sighed, he remembered how he reacted to the huge beast when he first arrived, but now he knew better and soon so would they, Alec didn't bother to inform them on the beast as he felt someone else would, at this moment in time Alec was in one of his more peaceful and quiet moments, a rare sight for most but he was usually like this on the ships, he often just stared at the sea they were crossing, the Taniwha often making an appearance, making it look as if a dragon was flying across a living night sky.

The stars reflected clearly on the lapping and never still waters, which made it seem like they were alive and dancing, like little wisps of light putting on a show for the passing dragon, who's scales were just as beautiful but glistened more iridescent and brighter, as if the dragon was the king of the stars and the stars had dimmed their light so he could shine brighter. Whilst watching the stars, he'd noticed something wasn't quite right, with an avid love of Astronomy and the night sky, he'd picked up there was something off with the night sky but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. But his confusion didn't last long as he chuckled to himself as he passed it off as something else.
'Genius, you're in another hemisphere where clouds are rare. Not in Belfast any more, different night sky with no obstruction, of course it's off you're used to the dull grey night of Belfast.'

Alec was distracted by his own thoughts so much so he didn't even notice the theatrics of the Taniwha, he merely heard the whispers of the first years over how the magnificent beast had engaged in some acrobatics, causing Alec to mentally slap himself for being so easily distracted by his own idiocy. He made a note to ensure he wasn't distracted by anything else, otherwise he may miss more interesting scenes.

Having docked on the island and parted ways from the first years, he headed to the self drawn carriages, the crowds were pretty large so any back of a head was one of his many friends, and to save himself any embarrassment of pulling a stranger's hair to get their attention would probably end pretty badly, so he maintained an incognito status until in the Grand Hall, he'd maybe be able to get a better idea of who's lock of hair he's gently tugging.

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Alec took the first seat on the benches, he could, he would have sat with his friends who were within his house had he spotted them before he sat down, but they were all spread out and he'd get to sit nearer to them after the dull ceremony, the most interesting things being Daisy's unsolicited swear words, which even then weren't enough to entertain the young druid. Of course, when a first year was sorted into Centaurus, he took the piss by cheering and chanting for the poor child, to which he got curious stares from the kids sitting next to him.
"Problem? You unwelcoming Merlin warts." They clapped when the child was welcomed but Alec didn't think clapping was appropriate for welcoming someone, if he clapped everytime someone came into his home or everytime he meet a stranger he'd be given a weird look... But then again cheering for the person is also pretty strange, but cheering and chanting is the vocal equivalent of a hug, right?

After the Headmistress announced the meal could begin, it was almost like there was a collective sigh from most of the older students and excited ohs and ahs from the younger years, Alec spotted his bonne amie from where he was sitting and excused him self from the 'Merlin warts and made his way to sit with her. "Mademoiselle Rue, what a surprise to see you here!" He called out to her as he approached her, sadly he was on the other side of the table and therefore couldn't hug her without getting his robes covered in the food so he merely squeezed himself into the seat across from her.

He recognised a few of the faces she was sitting with, but not enough to call them friends, they were all discussing there summers, some simply went back home and spent it with their families and others went on exotic trips with their families. Alec was unsurprised to hear Rue discussing her villa and smiled as he thought of commenting on how he's never got an invite but he never gave any noise to the comment. He simply sat listening to the others whilst eyeing up the rest of the Grand Hall for his friends. He spotted Will further up the table and when he did, he quickly shot his glances in another direction, pretending as if he never noticed him, not like it would matter anyway, no one was paying attention, his gaze then fell onto the Draconis table where the red hair of Galine caught his eye more so than Bodhi, who he had to look for. He then stole a glance at the Pegasi table to spot Leo and Leia, the exact same as with Galina and Bodhi, her hair and his undistinguishable marks making one easier to spot than the other. The table which he recognised the most people from, the Draconis table, he merely stole a quick glance at before returning his attention to Rue.
"So, tell me more about your summer, I imagine it was 10 times more interesting than mine." He commented as he gathered a plate, all he ate was salads and fish until the desserts which was when he really ripped into the dinner, nothing stopped him from mountaining a plate of several desserts.

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There is a distinct air of serenity that accompanies any sort of journeys, whether they be over the gentle rolling of waves, the soft bumps of gravel, or even through the rocky turbulence of wind. It is for this reason that Kirsten enjoys any voyages immensely. The long boat ride to Orion, in particular, never fails to be exquisite and very rarely fails to be interesting. Never mind that the chattering of students, both new and old, creates a loudness paralleled only by the annual feast they are on their way to now; Kirsten prefers noise anyways, and the overlapping conversations causes them all to blend into one, creating a background of soothing white noise.

She looks up from the puzzle book she is working on, the "extreme difficulty" edition of a kukuro book her father gifted her over the holidays, to gaze out over the sparkling blue waters that seem to only get more beautiful every time she has the privilege of seeing them. Orion lies in the distance, its high towers peaking out over lush forest near it. It is a sight to see, and, somehow, it never loses its magic, not for Kirsten. Content with the visuals surrounding her, she turns her attention back to the book and pen in hands, ready to tackle the next puzzle. She has already made her way through half the book on the trip to the school, and she is determined to finish it in its entirety before the end of this day.

Her typically unshakable focus, however, is diverting, when a girl's long hair hits her in the face. She quickly apologizes, though less out of genuine remorse, and more out of habit as she eagerly turns back to the water, along with a whole group of first-years that flocked to the railings when Kirsten wasn't paying attention. "It's a dragon," one kid breathes out, the sheer immensity of Moe gliding through the ocean leaving him breathless. Kirsten can hear the reverence in his voice, and she briefly debates telling him the truth. But it only takes a second for her to decide that, yes, he should know, because it never pays to be the fool. She opens her mouth to speak, but is cut off by a high-pitched voice, the same girl that gave Kirsten a mouthful of her hair. "Actually, it's Taniwha. His name is Moe." There is clear pride in her voice, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly, as though she was simply waiting for the moment to share that fact. She spins around to face Kirsten-- nearly hitting her once more--, the only older student nearby, with a haughty smile and a gleam in her eyes. "Impressive, right? I did my research before coming here."

There is a pause as Kirsten scans the girl's face before responding flatly. "Not really," she says, and the girl's face twists into an offended expression. "Research should always be conducted before jumping into a situation, and while, for some reason, it fails to be standard, I can't see why you expect applause for doing slightly more than the bare minimum." The girl looks hurt now, nearly on the verge of tears, and Kirsten's brow furrows. Damn. She wishes Rue were here. She'd translate what Kirsten meant into people-friendly sentences. But Rue is not here, and Kirsten lacks the tact to fix what she's said, so instead she continues, hoping the girl will catch on to what she meant to say. "Gain knowledge for knowledge's sake. Don't look to others to validate your pride." She waits for the girl to lift her head or eyes from where she has cast her gaze downward and onto an invisible mark on the floor of the boat. She does after a moment's hesitation, and Kirsten is pleased to see her chin has ceased its quivering and her lower lip is no longer caught between her teeth. It takes another several moments for her to speak, but when she does, it is with strength. "You're right." Kirsten smiles. She understood after all. "I'm Anna, by the way. You're in Centaurus, right? I hope I get sorted into there too. Maybe I'll see you around!" With that, she flounces off to the other side of the boat to rejoin her newly made friends. Kirsten too is eager to see if she will be seeing much more of Anna.

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She is eventually sorted into Pheonicis. Kirsten almost misses Daisy's proclamation, as Anna's last name begins with an M, and by that time, Kirsten is already concentrating intently on the puzzle book she holds beneath the table, but she looks up just in time to catch the last syllable, cis, and the loud cheers that erupt from the Pheonicis table. She watches Anna's descent and movement towards the table, her small body practically vibrating with excitement. It is a shame to see her go, but she knows the impressionable first-year will be well taken care of in that house. She makes a mental note even to tell Godric or Aidan to keep an eye on her.

The rest of the sorting ceremony passes quickly, though she'd be lying if she said she had paid any attention to the rest of it after Anna. On the bright side, she is now three-quarters of the way through the book, and her goal is looking more and more like a real possibility. The feast commences, and Kirsten decides that the puzzles can wait; her friends are more valued currently, and she'd very much like to catch up with them. She leans forward to glance down the length of the table, looking for Rue in particular. She spots her some ways down, and gets up to take a seat next to her. As she walks, her eyes scan the entirety of the room, picking out familiar faces in the crowds. She sees Galina's bright red hair at the Draconis table, as well as Devan at the Pegasi table a small distance away. At the Pheonicis table, Aidan is easy to spot, as he tears into various foods in front of terrified young onlookers. Anna is there too, though she doesn't see Godric. She briefly searches for him a little harder before forgetting about it. She has seen him recently enough anyways. Fortune is in her favor, and she arrives just as the student who had been next to Rue has his attention drawn to another section of the table and gets up to move. She sits just as a voice across the table inquires after Rue's summer the very question Kirsten was about to ask herself. "Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," she says quietly to Rue, then continues louder, in order for Alec to hear as well, "if you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time."

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Galina is already on her third slice of apple pie when she begins feeling rather stuffed. The truth was, the young witch had already eaten with her family before arriving at Orion. Such yearly meal was one of the few in which she gets to see her entire family gathered at once, since it was her last meal before she saw them again on the holidays. This year, as with all the ones after she had found out about her arranged marriage, there was a lot tension in the air. Her parents reasoning was most outdated and extremely old fashioned, which is why Galina could not understand their mindset on such a ridiculous arrangement being the twenty first century. Despite her parents were hardly blood supremacists, they were determined to maintain tradition and intended both of their children to marry another pureblood. They had already gotten away with it with Galina’s brother, Miguel, and saw no reason why not to do the same with their daughter. Of course, it was different for her older sibling, as their parents had before him, Miguel was able to marry someone he was already in love with.

One can only imagine the girl's shock when her parents had finally decided it was time to tell her she was to marry Bodhi Volkov, the very same she had once held in high regard and considered a close friend when they were children. For he wasn't always as hateful as he is now, yet Galina is now truly convinced he is a lost cause. Her 'fiance' was the one who had gone and betrayed her trust when his personality changed for the worst, and she'd never forgive him for it. They currently despised each other guts, and Bodhi had no qualm in making fun of Galina for their arrangement. Indeed, Bodhi knew exactly what to say and what to do to, get the fiery girl to lose her temper. For the very same reason, Galina had hardly spoken with her parents. At least that was since their last heated argument in which she told them she’d rather drop dead than ever marrying someone she despised as much as she did Bodhi. Therefore, small talk was shared in between the meal, seeing as Galina could not bring herself to pretend she was okay, while at the same time was already far beyond tired of arguing with her parents. Without a doubt, such thoughts have a knack in stirring up the fiery girl, so instead she takes a pause to calm herself down before putting the half eaten pie back on her plate and instead limits herself to look for some friendly familiar faces.

It doesn't take her long to calm herself down, especially after she finds Rue on the Centaurus table. All anger is immediately washed away and replaced by a tremendous need to go and bear hug her sister under oath. After all, she had missed her best friend terribly even if it hadn't been that long since they had last talked. In addition to feeling a sense of bliss after seeing Rue, she couldn't help but to smile widely after seeing Will and Kirsten, both of them being friends close to the heart. The three of them were now seemed to be engaging in a conversation to which Galina simply smiles warmly. Without a doubt, Galina would seek out her friends after she had allowed them to catch up with each other. In the meantime, Galina shifts her gaze once more onto the Great Hall and before too long is finally able to spot Leo, sitting very far back on the Pegasi table.

She discretely gets out of her seat and without too much effort, stealthily approaches the Pegasi table. The young witch knows better than anyone exactly how easily distracted Leo is, and is not too worried about him spotting her first. After a few seconds of her quiet pursue, Galina is finally standing behind her dear friend with a devious smile immediately drawn upon her lips. She leans forward before she playfully pounces forward, poking his ribs and whispering near his ear.

"Boo!" Galina says near Leo's ear with expectant eyes, hoping to have given him a good scare.







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When Rue popped a forkful of a simple strawberry shortcake into her mouth, she silently savored the pleasant flavor in her mouth; it was light and fluffy, but not overly spongy, sweet and fruity, but not repulsively so and the chunk in her mouth melted as she chewed it appreciatively. Back at home, the specialized chefs that worked in her family's personal kitchen were experts in their trade and were responsible for creating many award-winning desserts. Such desserts were brought to the Marcadieu family dinner table to be eaten shortly after they completed the main course. That being said, Rue has tasted some of the world's finest desserts- pavlova with fresh blueberry jam, apricot-almond clafouti, chocolate sacher torte, and the all the rest of the sort- but Rue may have to admit that this plain piece of cake may be one of the best desserts she has ever eaten. Rue had been humming in delight in response to the cake's flavors and listening to how Sean Wenlock, a fellow Centaurus sixth year, visited the Romanian dragon sanctuary over the summer, when a familiar voice called out to her.

Alexander Quigley, known as just Alec by Rue, slid into a seat just directly in front of her. Alec was an incredibly handsome boy, with his dark hair, well sculpted features, and attractive smile, and to he was someone who was, simply put, quite popular. He was a social butterfly, as his relaxed demeanor paired with this friendly spirit and bright smile drew people to him like moths to a flame. He was the one to approach her first, as if he could smell out the new student transfers, and made his intention of befriending her known from the moment they met. Rue is glad he did, however, for they've grown to be nothing but good friends. Rue can see Alec beyond what everyone else sees- if only everyone knew just how bold and cheeky the boy could be sometimes. Still, the sight of Alec made Rue excited to see her close friend and she repressed the urge to lean over the table, making a mess of her tailored robes in the process, and giving him a big hug.

"Oh, Monsieur! I believe it is more of a surprise to see you." Rue gasped jokingly before giving him a bright smile, "It is nice to see you again, Alec." The words rolled off her tongue in her thick accent. The French had this way of pronouncing their vowels in a long, drawn out fashion and they sounded almost melodic in the sense that the pitch of one's voice changed with them. Rue knows that some struggle with understanding her at times due to her accent, and she does try to make it a point to pronounce her words in a clearer manner. Rue tilted her head as she responded, "I trust that you had a good summer as well? Fun is a matter of perception"

Nevertheless, Rue was about to launch into a description of the Italian villa when another familiar voice emerged from the masses, this time in Rue's mother tongue. "Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," The source of the voice, another one of Rue's good friends, Kirsten, begins as she takes a seat, "if you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time." Rue was more than happy to have Kirsten join them and she voices the very thought before finishing off the last piece of her cake. Rue gently places the empty plate away from her and turns to look at Kirsten.

Unlike the instantaneous friendship that occurred between Rue and Alec, Rue can admit that she and Kirsten had a rough start. Although they shared the similarities of a half-blood status, the Centaurus house, and a French heritage, Rue's first impression of Kirsten was rather bad. Kirsten had a cold disposition; the sharp bluntness, paired with the overly honest and forthright nature of her words tended to come off as aloof and standoffish. Initially, Rue wanted nothing to do with such a person, even with all of their likeness. However, as time passed, Rue came to realize that Kirsten wasn't meaning to seem rude, but it was simply just her nature overall. She lacks the ability to empathize which, in turn, translates badly in her interactions. Only those who can understand Kirsten's ways can know that Kirsten is really a gem of a girl. Rue is glad that she has become one of those people. "Bonjour, Kirsten. Je suis sur le point de dire Alec ma villa en Italie."

Rue made it a point to describe the villa in vivid detail, speaking of the beautiful Italian countryside with a great deal of fondness. The mentioned everything from the heat of the sun and how it seemed to add an unexpected flavor to the fruits and the vegetables that were grown there to the beautiful architecture of the buildings that surrounded the area. Soon, the evening pressed on and Rue listened to the responses of her two dear friends as the conversation mutated from speaking of Rue's vacation to other subjects that interested them. Stories were exchanged, as well as smiles and bouts of laughter. Not to mention the debates they had as they eventually spoke of various theories and ideas- what kind of Centaurus's would they be if they didn't? In some odd way, they solidified that Rue was back at Orion once again and that thought brought a smile to her face.

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Date: 2nd September | Time: 8.00 am | Location: Great Hall




The first full day of school dawns bright and early, sunlight seeping in through stain glass windows and falling on students eager to start the day ahead – or go back to sleep. Many enjoy their final hours of freedom before class begins, knowing that as soon as they sit down to learn, assignments and homework will mar their free time. As eight a.m. rolls around, most students can be found pulling themselves from bed and making their way to breakfast. Some eager – or unlucky – few have been up since the crack of dawn, the Phoenicis Quidditch team under the direction of their captain having woken before the sun in order to get a jump start on the other houses’ teams. Now, however the delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs, porridge, and every other breakfast treat one could imagine seems to permeate the air. Any first year who has already forgotten the path from dorm room to Great Hall need only follow their nose.

The heavy double doors stand at the rear of the hall, directly opposite the teachers’ podium and bracketed by two large carvings – one a likeness of the Taniwha Moe, the other a carved map of the night sky with the cluster of stars known as matariki (the Pleiades) centre stage. On the wall either side of the doors hang the house banners, indicating which long table belongs to which house. To the far right upon entering one finds Centaurus, with Draconis right and centre. Pegasi house stands left and centre, with Phoenicis against the left wall. While the house segregation is strictly maintained during dinners, and in particular feasts such as the welcome back feast of the night before, breakfast and lunch are another story. Students are free to sit at other houses’ tables. One will commonly find most students grouped at their own house table, merely because this is typically where their close friends sit, but for those who wish to diversify their friend group, Orion allows for movement between the benches. It’s not uncommon to see Draconis sitting with Centaurus, or Pegasi beside Phoenicis. Students may roam where they please, though for the first day back it also pays to mind the Head of Houses.

The first day’s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each house’s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who don’t and for the first years, the difference in colouring of their uniform offers a key clue. Centaurus students wear their clothing embossed with the mossy green and warm gold of their house. Draconis have a clear blue and dark bronze as decoration, while Pegasi have a softer lilac and silver combination. Students in Phoenicis house can be found with scarlet and black edgings to their uniform. Professor Dew, Head of Pegasi, can be seen gliding between the tables, stopping to hand out timetables to her students with a smile. She knows all by name and will often pause on her way to enquire after a student’s family or break. Her first years are welcomed with a calm smile and a note that if they have any problems, her door is always open. Centaurus’ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if he’s still half asleep. A piece of toast hangs from his mouth and when he finds a Centaurus student he can often be seen scratching his head as he searches through his collection of timetables. He too knows them all by name – or most of them at least - though he has been known to make up fond nicknames for his favourites. Across the hall Professor Maddox grins as he shares a joke with a Phoenicis student. He seems to view the handing out of class schedules as a competition with victory going to whoever can see all their students sorted the fastest, though he keeps getting distracted as he shares sarcastic banter with the louder members of his house. His attitude is perhaps the complete opposite of Draconis’ dignified head. Professor Jones of Draconis does not hurry, yet she is possibly the most efficient, handing out schedules with a nod of approval or a simple ’See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.’.

For the older students, their schedules are designed around the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T examinations they will be sitting at the end of the year. Some sixth years, having done terribly in one subject or another, are unable to meet requirements for their preferred topic and must pick another, while others sit tall with pride at having received near perfect marks (the majority of these seem to be found in house Centaurus). Other students are eager to look over their timetables and compare classes and schedules with friends, while others lament over a packed day and not enough free periods. Whatever your mood and wherever you find yourself sitting, there is sure to be much to discuss. The first day back is always exciting, and even the stars reflected in the enchanted ceiling above seem to be brimming with energy.

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Image"Oh, Monsieur! I believe it is more of a surprise to see you." Alec smirked as Rue welcomed him, her accent teasing a sweet tune even when she was simply talking, he imagined what hearing her singing would be like from time to time but sadly she wasn't part of the frog choir so he'd never know, for know his imagination had to suffice until he forced her to sing, or at least interrupted her enjoying some music. He enjoyed their playful teasing which, when mixed with Rue's background as what some may call a snob, could come across as one looking down on the other, or look as if Alec was bullying her for being foreign. When in actuality, it's just their banter. "It is nice to see you again, Alec." He bowed his head pleasantly at Rue's words with a smile.
"The pleasure is all mine," He teased. "Afterall, how could the pleasure be yours in my humble presence."

"I trust that you had a good summer as well? Fun is a matter of perception" He took a mouthful of salmon and salad as Rue inquired about the fun of his summer, to which he gave a sly grin and a wink.
"It would be inappropriate of me to discuss the fun I had in the presence of a lady." He finally said having cleared his mouth of food, so as to have a respectful conversation. "Jokes, nah it was alright. I mean, I got to spend time with my family again and saw a few friends who returned to Hogwarts, so all in all it was okay." Whilst Rue's accent was caused by her being native to another language, Alec's accent was caused by his region of the UK, where the people talked fast and the accent was a blend of Scottish and Irish, voted the hottest in the UK and then the UK got voted the hottest in Europe, so apparently his accent was sexy but rare anyone understood what he was saying.

Alec heard the barely audible french of Kirsten as she addressed Rue,
"Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," Rue had taught him some basic french but he didn't understand what Kirsten had said and he simply smiled at her when she looked at him. "If you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time." Alec flashed his pearly whites and shrugged his shoulders.
"Bonjour, Kirsten. Je suis sur le point de dire Alec ma villa en Italie."
"The more the merrier." His welcome was simple in comparison to Rue's, but all in all, the sentiment was there.

The rest of the evening the trio discussed their summers more indepth, including Alec and his father searching for Jarveys to de-gnome the garden, which Alec's mother whole heartedly disagreed with, due to their brutal methods to de-gnoming a garden, as well as helping his mother care for an Augurey which has broken it's wing in their back garden, not to mention visiting his uncles Aethonan farm with his brother, they mainly visted to race each other on the Aethonans but their mother claimed it was to visit Michael and Mark, their mother's brothers who inherited the family farm, so as they could learn to care for the magical beings on the farm, but the brothers were more interested in racing the flying horses together. Before long, the welcome feast was over and the houses were led to their dormitories, luckily Alec was rather exhausted from the whole deal to even stay up long enough to engage with Will, something he was dreading having to do over the year, if he could avoid him, he could forget about him, but not likely to happen.

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Alec moaned into his pillow as he was awoken, followed by a murmur, muffled by his pillow.
"I just wanna be fucking lazy!" The muffled voice would only have been audible to anyone who listened but as far as Alec cared no one was going to be paying attention to him this early in the morning. Rolling himself over, he sat up, the thin blanket falling to his waist to reveal his chest, he slept in his underwear using only the thin sheet, rather than wrapping himself warm, he saved that specifically for the winter, which even then wasn't as cold as it could have been, most would try to cover their body and be decent but Alec didn't care, he simply climbed out of bed and opened his chest to gather his uniform and went to wash.

Alec arrived in the great hall for breakfast and spotted Professor Favreau, instead of waiting for the professor to come to him, he approached him, eager to learn his schedule and prepare for school, he wasn't eager about being up for so early but he was eager to learn and pass his examinations. Having taken his timetable, he scanned the great hall for people to sit with, but he did notice anyone of particular interest and was more involved in getting to class, if he did find people he'd sit uncomfortably as they ate while he sat there quietly, so instead he made for his first class, which gave him a sigh, he enjoyed potions but he was hoping he'd start his year on a study period or at least herbology, because then at least he'd be able to get more sleep or being doing something he loved, but sadly September the 2nd was a Wednesday this year, if it was a Friday, Alec would have been much happier, starting on a free period then care of magical creatures, as he read the timetable he smiled in the knowledge he'd have a study period every day, just from dropping Defence against the Dark Arts and only bothering to do one advanced subject, he'd picked up two electives but still managed to keep his study periods.

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The buzz of elation from eager Centauruses had not subsided the night before, as Rue came to learn, for even after the beginning of the year orientation had occurred and the students had plenty of time to catch up with one another, they mirthfully gathered in the common room to enjoy each other's company in the form of a small festivity. Rue had enjoyed herself, falling into the festal mood and exchanging pleasantries with old friends and acquainted comrades, but before she knew it, she was tucked away in her bed. Rue knew the affects that sleep could have on one's appearance and it's called beauty sleep for a reason, for Merlin's sake! Celebrations or not, Rue was not going to sacrifice looking puffy and bloated in the face the next day and to safe, she applied a concoction comprised of distilled dittany drops, haliwinkle, and rose oil to give her a fresh complexion. Though it's greenish colouring looked frightening when applied, the boys who see the girls in it's mask making jokes about them being ogres, it never fails to give girls the skin they so desired.

Rue was not disappointed the next morning, as the peeling away of the mask revealed soft, supple skin and while everyone else was still out like a light, she could get ready in peace. Though her reputation among her dormmates had her pegged down as some sort of un-Rue like, horrifying beast in the morning, Rue just needed to be left alone and untouched until dawn has passed. Rue relished the serenity of being unbothered as she dressed in the robes laced with green and gold and being the fashion enthusiast that she was, Rue made slight adjustments to her uniform to conform to the newest trend. She couldn't go wild with it, as she sometimes wishes she could, for it was still a uniform and any big changes would violate the dress code. Still, the French patrician made those subtle changes, such as a wider bow or slimmer skirt.

By the time Rue was primed for the day and heading out, a few of her roommates had roused from their slumber and sent her off with groggy goodbyes, to which she returned. A swift descend from the Centautus dorm, her fitted robe swaying and hair turned blonde from the color changing spell Colovaria brushing against the dips of her shoulders, ensured that she was in the Great Hall in no time. The faces in the hallways had been intially sparse, and no, the talking bust who mournfully called out to students to save him from his boredom and chat did not count, but as she neared the Great Hall, more and more students gathered. They were all on the prowl for a good breakfast to start their day, their empty stomachs driving them towards the Great Hall like ants towards a picnic. She didn't blame them- her own stomach was grumbling as she walked through the doors and even the sight of the food on the table that had instantly caught her eye had her salvating.

Her first instinct to search for her friends needed to be repressed for but a moment, as her prorities dictated that she search for the head of her House first so she could recieve her timetable. "Ah! Mademoiselle!" And right on time, there he was: Professor Claudio Favreau, fellow Frenchman, ancient runes expert, and Head of Centaurus extrordinaire. The odd, yet strangely lovable, teacher waltzed her way, coming to stop only a few feet from her and giving her a bright smile. He slips into their mother tongue as he speaks, "Votre emploi du temps, Mademoiselle Marcadieu. Je suis heureux de voir que vous êtes dans toutes les classes avancées ." He daintily dips her schedule in her hands, dropping it into her fingers from where it was being held between two of his slender ones.

"Oui, je le suis." Rue confirms his words with a satisfied smile, even preening a little, and Rue watches as a proud, father-like grin blooms on the older man's face. The action seemed to turn back the clock and and give the professor an incredibly boyish and youthful appearance. It was true that taking all advanced classes was more or less a witch or wizard's nightmare and students hardly did it, as they did not want to sacrifice their socials lives or sleep for it. However, Rue's overachieving and competitive nature ensured that she pushed herself to her limits to achieve her goals. With that unwavering grin of his, he ruffles her hair - an action that would be absolutely unacceptable had it not been an action coming from one of her favorite teachers - and wishes Rue luck as he skips along to the next student in a flamboyant manner.

Annoyance fizzles in Rue's stomach at the state of her hair and she quickly readjusts the pale yellow waves to a condition that didn't replicate the intial style, but would have to satisify her for the meantime. As she did so, she allowed herself to complete the action that Rue had prevented herself from doing when she first walked in, and searched for friends in which Rue could enjoy her breakfast with. A skim of the Centaurus table proved fruitless, the few familiar faces there being ones that Rue wouldn't relate to being friends. Rue had to take a moment to hum in sympathy for a few Centaurus students who had their textbooks dampened by fault of an oncoming owl. She continued her search, her gaze catching onto people like Phoenicis Adeline Butler or Pegasi Devan Erskine, neither of which seeming incredibly appealing - no offense to either of them. She found both of them to be quite agreeable, in fact, but just not as agreeable as the boy who had Rue roving over to the Draconis table and balletically taking a seat.

"Please excuse my interruption. Good morning to you both." The formal words slip off her tongue naturally, forming as the result of Rue's instinctive diction. Across the table sat two familiar members of Draconis, one of which being Andy Quillen and the other Lito Folk. Admittedly, the Centarus girl didn't know Andy well, their relationship founded upon the plesant banter that occured during Quidditch. Rue liked the other girl all the same, despite an overall lack of interaction, to say the least. In contrast, Lito is one what Rue would describe to be a good friend; they came to meet through Fox Club, a club designated for the truely talented, deserving students, and Rue was rather charmed by such a winsome and incredibly intelligent young man. Even though they've grown to be friends, Rue still has the habit of lowering her lashes and coquettishly peeking up at him through them and flirtatous banter riddles their conversations.

Rue begins to load her plate with fresh fruit and a croissant, tilting her head inquisitively at Andy and allowing a playful smile form, "What's this about a business?"

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Breakfast is always an enjoyable time at Orion, not least because there is plenty of food spread across the table within reach for a growing boy. Not that Lito is one to stuff his face like some he could see - a member of the Phoenicis house in particular caught his eye from across the hall, the familiar scene of one Aidan Zeller stuffing his face brings a smile to Lito's own. Aidan may be elegant in the air on a broom, but right now... not so much. As for Lito, while his plate wasn't piled quite as high, there was still a moderate amount of food on it. Only, he didn't attack the pancakes and toast like they were about to walk off his plate. Instead Lito takes his time, allowing the conversation of those around him to wash over him as he ate.

He's rather pleased with his decision not to stuff his face, because Lito would hate to be caught with food dripping down his chin by the one and only Rue Marcadieu. As beautiful and wonderful at making conversation as Andy is, Lito's attention is quickly caught by the blonde bombshell as she takes a seat opposite himself and Andy. He hasn't seen her since school ended, yet she is just as easy on the eyes as when they parted. Intelligent mahogany eyes smile across the table at him, bracketed by thick lashes. Full lips pull across Rue's face in a playful smile, and Lito finds his own mouth mirroring the expression as his own dull green eyes explore the tendrils of blonde locks that frame her face.

"Godmorgen" Lito purrs across at her in reply, the Danish flowing as easily from his tongue as French would from the Centaurus witch. "Your hair looks gorgeous like that." He adds in English. If the table hadn't been so wide and he wasn't at risk of dipping his sleeve in a jug of milk or syrup, Lito would have reached across to trail a curl through his fingers. In fact, though Rue has done an excellent job of smoothing down her hair, Lito has the suspicion that someone - most likely the odd Centaurus Head of House - has already ruffled her hair. Though, Lito doubts that Favreau would have touched her hair for quite the same reason that Lito wanted to.

"I hope your holidays were enjoyable Miss Marcadieu." Lito inquires a moment later, watching as the blonde across from him picks out her breakfast. Lito himself slowly cuts into a waffle, though doesn't eat it while he's still talking. "I trust you're taking transfiguration this year, perhaps we can sit together and you can fill me in on your break? Or else, since Andy seems to have refused my kind offer of a private reading, I could treat you to a preview of what your year will entail?" Lito darts a quick, cheeky grin towards his house mate beside him, before returning his gaze to Rue. "I can already tell you that I see you spending a lot of time with a particular Danish heart-throb." Lito grins across at the French girl, winking at her as he shamelessly labels himself a heart-throb. He's hardly one to have girls swooning as he walks by, but Lito would like to think that he isn't a complete leper either.

"Perhaps once you've finished breakfast I can escort you to our first class?" Lito asks a moment later. Though he flirts with almost everyone he comes across, there's no lie in admitting that he finds trading flirtatious banter with Rue that little bit more enjoyable. The beautiful transfer student caught his eye the moment she entered Fox Club, and though they're currently just friends with a heavy degree of flirting, he would definitely not be against anything more happening.

"You're more than welcome to join us Miss Quillen." Lito adds, turning his smirk on the Draconis girl beside him, "I have two arms after all."

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Date: 26th September | Time: 10.00 am | Location: Mākutu Village




The first class of the year had been slow for most of Orion’s students, with everyone trying to ease their way back into the beat of school. The teachers, of course, had other ideas than to take it slow, and while some students moaned about the homework that was already being set, others looked forward to expanding their mind. Those who were still in holiday mode quickly settled in to the rhythm of class. That first class flowed into the second class, which then became the third, until a whole week had passed and to most students it felt like they had never left. That first week became two, and before anyone knew it almost a month had gone by since school started.

It’s now been three and a half weeks since the ships docked in the bay, and while many people in the northern hemisphere are pulling out the extra blankets, the southern half of the globe is happily in the midst of spring. Orion looks magnificent in any weather, but it practically glows in spring. Wild flowers sprout up around the edges of the forest, and more often than not bright coloured petals can be found decorating the waters of the magical waterfalls that send down buckets of liquid on unsuspecting students. The baby unicorns have been seen wobbling about the school lawn from the windows, while a pod of bottle-nose dolphins spent the last week playing with the taniwha, Moe, in the harbour.

Of course, none of that is quite as exciting as the prospect of the first trip to Mākutu, the magical village which shares the island with Orion. For those old enough to attend this trip was long awaited. Mākutu is always a treat, no matter how many times one has visited. Nestled on the other side of the island and only a short walk through the forest, it consists of a small collection of stores that sell everything from magical and muggle treats to spell books and novels. Most, if not all, of the stores can be found along the main thoroughfare, with the houses of the residents either occupying the upper storeys of the buildings or snuggled behind. In the centre of the town is a quaint square or cobblestones. A statue in the middle of the square depicts a tall, broad shoulder man of Polynesian descent with a wand in one hand and a magical compass in the other. As the plaque beneath his effigy read, the figure is the Mākutu, the wizard who found and settled the island centuries ago. His gaze fixes on some spot in the distance, as if seeking out his next adventure.

For many, their sights are usually fixed on the Honey Pot, an adorable café by day, and quaint bar by night. It’s here you’ll usually find students and islanders alike taking shelter from the rain, or merely stopping by to try their island-famous honey mead. Praised as the nectar of the gods, or the lovers’ drink (usually only by those who have had several more than they should), it will warm your belly and soothe your worries. It should be noted that students are forbidden from consuming alcohol in the village, though light beverages like butterbeer are allowed to the older students. Thankfully, the Honey Pot offers delicious non-alcoholic alternatives for the younger students, and their hot chocolates are divine. Though, if you’re an inquisitive student or know the right people to ask, you might find your way to the outskirts of the village where the Rusty Ship Wreck stands. While it isn’t a ship, the dingy pub is rather rusty, and locals have taken to calling it ‘the Wreck’ for short. Here, if you’re discrete and don’t irk the owner, a student can purchase and enjoy almost any beverage he or she desires.

It is places like these that have the third years buzzing with excitement as they wait by the school’s main doors to be officially allowed out. It’s their first year being able to explore the town, and most have made sure that they’ll have the whole Saturday to do so, their eagerness seeing them rise early for breakfast when for most a Saturday normally calls for a lazy morning. The older students, most of whom find the pull of the town less consuming, are still all likely to indulge in a trip through the woods. Why not? It’s a chance to stretch your legs, stock up on unhealthy, sugared goods, and possibly share a virgin honey mead with your crush (legend has it sharing the drink brings a couple closer). So, though the third years jump in excitement, they aren’t the only ones waiting for Professor Li and Professor Patel to start ticking off names and allowing students to leave.

Permissions have to be checked, particularly for the third years, but eventually the students are allowed out, and in no time Orion’s pupils are streaming into the village. There is no uniform needed to be worn today, so many of the students wear their own clothes, of which vary between the mundane and decidedly muggle, to the odd and hilarious. No ignorant muggle would be able to walk through the village without stopping in their tracks to gawp at one student, at least. Thankfully, no muggle has ever stepped into the village in living record, which is reassuring for the islanders. Of course, had our protagonists known about the series of events that begin to unfold on this inauspicious day, perhaps they too would have wished never to step foot in Mākutu.

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There had been a brief moment of hesitation on Rue's behalf regarding a visitation to the beloved local village, not because she didn't want to go, but because keeping good grades meant keeping a tight schedule. It hasn't even been a full month since the first day of classes and yet, it was easy to slip back into the natural rhythm of things. In Rue's case, she knew what she was getting into when she decided to take all of the core classes, as well as their advanced continuations; it was a challenge, yes, but it was nothing Rue's intellectual mind couldn't handle. Keeping a good handle on things is the key, Rue would have to say, and as long as one keeps track of their study time and makes sure it's a priority, there's no way to fail. Still, the workload can be rather burdening and Rue's strict itinerary would be tampered with by a visit to Makutu village.

Rue's hesitancy, however, ended up being a direct depiction of her need to shop when she easily crumbled at the weak prodding of her friends to come with them. The flickering flame of disinclination was easily killed by the promise of a day out, any thoughts of studying put behind her for that day. Hence why she left her books behind at the study tables of Orion, along with that boring uniform, and was now on her way to Makutu dressed in a much more agreeable outfit. To the left and right sides of her, joined by the hooking of their arms, were two of Rue's housemates and good friends: Anfisa Krupin and Dottie Klein. They were both extraordinary beauties, Anfisa with her high, fox-like features and Russian allure, and Dottie with her sweet doe-like eyes and cute dimples, but don't be fooled- they were two of the most brilliant minds that Rue has ever encountered.

"Do you think that the rumors are true? That Professor Maddox has a Veela lover?" Dottie whined, pulling at Rue's arm, "It's just not fair that these Veelas are stealing our best-looking men." Dottie's proclaimed crush on the professor had been around since fourth year and the statement had Rue giggling and Anfisa snorting.

"I think our professor just has the ability to steal the best-looking women." Rue teased.

"Even the Veelas can't keep away," Anfisa added, her accent rolling in such a pleasant way. Dottie huffed at the comment, kicking the ground and lifting the dirt of the forest floor in a petulant manner. The action had Anfisa hissing that she'd upset the fairies by causing damage to their home, when she suddenly stopped her scolding in favor for a sly, Cheshire Cat grin. "Speaking of good looking men, I spy a certain Lito Folk ahead." The comment had the two other witches turning their gaze from Anfisa to the road ahead, but it was quickly confirmed at the sight of the Danish wizard's tall stature. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we said hi, no?" Dottie shrugged, giving Anfisa an oh-so-innocent 'what are we to do?' look, before quickening her pace, all the while dragging Rue and Anfisa along for the ride.

"Hello, Lito!" Dottie called, just as they came up short to the dark-haired wizard. "Headed to Makutu?"

The walk to Mākutu this time of year never failed to impress. Multi-coloured wildflowers sprouted at the edges of the thick island forest, decorating the path to the village with their picturesque blooms. The smell of the flowers permeated the air, and many who traipsed down the island path could be seen taking deep breaths of the freshly scented air, as if seeking to replace the perfume of ink and dusty books with the smell of spring. One who was less distracted by the bright displays of nature’s growth was Lito Folk. Walking with his hands stuck in his pockets and his feet kicking up dirt every few steps, Lito was more focused on thoughts of claiming a table in the Rusty Ship and ordering an obscene amount of butterbeer. He wasn’t typically a moody youth, but that morning’s unasked for premonition had seriously soured his mood.

Thankfully a distraction from his less than cheerful thoughts arrives in the form of three beautiful witches. He turns at the sound of his name to find a trio of centaurus witches at his heel. All three of his peers earn a smile, his mood instantly improving at their attention. Though he knows of Dottie and Anfisa, it is Rue whom Lito is closest to, and it’s the French girl that receives a charming wink as he greets all three.

“Hej damer.” His native language flows easily from his tongue, though he repeats the sentiment in English for the sake of those who don’t speak Danish, “Hello ladies.". Lito smiles at all three witches before nodding down the path towards their target of the day, “I thought a little trip to Mākutu was in order for the day, mind if I join you on the walk?” He adds a moment later, fairly certain in their acceptance of his request.

As per usual, the winsome wizard spoke charmingly, the Danish cadence of his words presenting a certain allure, and his request to join the girls on their walk was debated for but a slight moment. The girls glanced at one another, speaking with their eyes, silent words weaving their way into every lift of an eyebrow and bat of their eyelashes. While Dottie’s eyes sparkled excitedly, reflecting a certain eagerness in the emerald green gaze, and Anfisa’s seemed more inquisitive but interested, it was agreed upon that Lito was entirely welcome to join them on their walk.

Rue herself wasn’t opposed to the idea of Lito coming along with the three of them, for he provided good conversation at the very least. The wizard was entirely intelligent, despite not being a member of Centaurus, and he has always made it known through their various discussions, particularly during the moments they spent chatting at Fox Club. Anyone who’s intelligent enough to tell the difference between a Eihwaz rune and a Ehwaz rune, while also being able to explain the depth of their meaning, is an appealing enough conversationalist in Rue’s books. Deciding to speak for the girls, Rue responded to Lito’s inquisition with a coy smile, “ You’re more than welcome to join us, Lito. ” Dottie nodded enthusiastically and Anfisa just grinned and flicked her head in the direction of the pathway.

With a smile of thanks decorating his face, Lito falls into step with the trio of witches, swinging his arms up to rest atop his head as he walks. He shortens his pace to match their smaller steps, happy to meander down the path at whatever pace they set. There’s definitely a lot to be said for having the company of several fine witches, in fact it almost makes up for that morning’s discomforting vision.

“Anything in particularly pulling you into Makutu?” Lito asks conversationally, his eyes glancing from one face to the next before landing on Rue’s. “Word has it there’s a traveling potioneer on the other side of the village, though whether his wares are to be trusted or not is another thing entirely.” Lito adds with a grin, remembering the many unfortunate cases in the past where students eager for a cheap spell to improve their grades or looks, ended up spending weeks in the hospital wing when the potion backfired. Though, Lito assumes that Rue at least would have the intelligence to know when a potion is faulty.

The four students turn a corner, finding themselves at a split in the path. To the left the path becomes narrow and overgrown, winding its way down the scraggly cliffs that border the island and towards a small secluded beach. There’s little at the beach aside from a few ramshackle boating huts and an old jetty. Certainly, the beach isn’t anything compared to the one immediately next to Orion’s castle. As with most places outside the school grounds, this beach is off limits to students, and Lito is sure that there’s some alarm spell in place on the path to alert teachers to any students attempting to break that rule. Of course, this path holds little interest for him now, for it’s to the right that the party turn. Here the forest path widens in its approach to Makutu.

“If anyone wants to grab a drink with a handsome Danish boy, I’m heading to the Rusty Ship.” He adds with a grin and a wink at the girls.

They fell into a breezy atmosphere almost instantaneously, the natural beauty of their surroundings coupled with the pleasant, carefree chatter of the three girls and their newest tag along, lulled Rue into a state of gaiety. One can often forget the simple pleasures of a refreshing walk in the outdoors and the joy of good company- especially for the academically inclined Centauruses. That being said, Rue can admit that she, as well as the other girls, could take at least today to officially leave their thoughts of studies and tight schedule behind at Orion. Rue was pulled from her momentary divulgence into her mind when Lito inquired of their intended plans at Makutu, not failing to mention a certain potioneer. She wrinkled her nose.

“ Travelling potioneers are hardly to be trusted these days.” She commented, her French accent causing quite an inflection. It was true; In the past travelling potioneers were less driven by profit and more connoisseurs of their trade. Their lifestyle of travel was chosen due to the desire to venture out and explore the possibilities of finding new ingredients for their potions. Now, in regards to most travelling potioneers, they resort to cheap, low-quality ingredients and use petty schemes to market their potions in hopes of making extra galleons. However, greed certainly isn’t an uncommon incentive for any man of business. “You remember the horror stories of some of those potions, right?”

“I just remember Shunyuan Lee finally receiving some dearly needed karma and losing his hair for a week because of one of those potions.” Anfisa snorted. Dottie burst out laughing.

“I remember that! He didn’t even have his eyebrows! You’re completely right though, he deserved it. Shunyuan has got to be one of the nastiest boys I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting- a real typical Draconis jerk!” She exclaimed, nodding definitively. However, as if just catching herself, her eyes widened and she turned to Lito while smiling sheepishly. “My bad, Lito. I didn’t mean that.”

The four Orion students soon found themselves standing amidst the opening of Makutu, the distant chatter of the crowds sounding in the air as a sort of ambience, and Anfisa was the first to refuse Lito’s offer of a drink. She apologized, stating that she was to be meeting up with her younger brother near the statue in the town square. Dottie, on the other hand, looked much more conflicted and it was obvious that she was debating the offer, but she soon admitted that she was going to a sale for enchanted hairpins before meeting up with Anfisa again. Rue didn’t really blame her- she was a huge fan of the pins that instantly changed your hairstyle as soon as you clipped it in. Nevertheless, Rue fancied the thought of spending the afternoon with an attractive, perspicacious young wizard.

“If you don’t mind me tagging along to get a drink with a certain 'handsome Dane'...” Rue addressed Lito teasingly after the other young witches drifted away, but not before waggling their eyebrows towards the two of them.

Despite the insinuation that Draconis students are jerks, Lito has to laugh at the conjured memory of Shunyuan’s bald head. Lito may disagree with the stereotype that every Draconis is a conniving jackass, but he’s never been fond of Shunyuan, and seeing the vain young man walking around without a hair on his body had been entertaining indeed. Especially given the lengths the wizard had gone to to hide his lack of hair. Lito still grins whenever he remembers the badly drawn on eyebrows. Truly, there is no better remedy for a crappy morning than reminiscing about others’ tragedies.

Lito gives polite goodbyes to Anfisa and Dottie as they take their leave, his gaze falling on the French witch as she accepts his offer to grab a drink. The ‘handsome Dane’ smiles as Rue teases him, raising his own eyebrow as he replies, “Honoured to have your company my French flower.” Lito has to stop himself from gently bringing Rue’s slender hand to his lips, the gentlemanly gesture perhaps a step too far in his flirtatious teasing. He settles for an amused wink before falling into step beside his shorter peer as they begin to meander up the main street.

There’s no denying the beauty of Makutu, or the bright spring day. Daffodils light up window boxes while colourful decorations hanging up outside the small shops advertise the exciting spring offers inside. The inescapable scent of the sea mixes with the aroma of fresh, warm baking drifting from the honey pot, the sweet smell of magical confectionaries, and the indescribable scent of magic. It’s intoxicating, and seems to compliment the quaint village perfectly. Even Lito, who much prefers the aesthetics of an attractive man or woman, can’t fault the town’s charm nor the ever exciting produces on sale.

The young wizard points across the road to a sliver of a shop which states its business as ‘Sellers of the finest jewels in the South and collectors of rabbits’. While Lito has never been entirely sure what they do with their rabbits, their jewellery certainly seems to match their claim. From experience Lito knows that their wares are nothing like what muggles might expect of a simple pendant. In the window display a small collection of carved greenstone takes pride of place, the pieces apparently miniature replicas of pacific magical creatures. Even as Lito watches the small stone that bears a striking resemblance to the Taniwha Moe, uncoils and begins to twirl up the silver chain it’s hung on. Despite being made from polished stone, there’s such a life-like quality to the pendant that Lito’s steps falter slightly as he admires it.

When the boy tears his gaze away from the jewellery it’s to cast another grin at his companion, “Pretty, don’t you think? Though it pales in comparison to you.” Lito purrs as he offers Rue another wink.

It's then that a cloud passes over the sun, sending a chill down the Danish wizard's back. At least, a cloud is what Lito believes it to be until a glance at the sky has his mouth part in surprise. Tendrils of dark smoke seem to curl up around the magical village, following a path invisible to his eye and completely blocking out the sun beyond. Darkness descends on the streets of Makutu, bringing on a false night as a dome of dark magic envelopes everything above. With the lengthening of shadows comes startled cries from students and village folk alike, those who had at first gazed at the darkening sky in curiosity now realising that something devious is at play.

“Get your wand out Rue." Lito murmurs as he slips his own out of his pocket, a mumbled “Lumos" escaping his lips as the oppressive smoke above thickens. This isn't what had plagued Lito's morning, this was not the ominous premonition that had turned his mood sour, but he had the distinct feeling that whatever was going on was far from good.

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